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A Pageant 
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Designed by 
THE Literature Department o? 

THE North Carolina Sorosis 

TO Review the Heroic Traditions 

of the Lower Cape Fear 

as an iNCENTrV'E 

TO THE Achievement 
of a More Glorious Future 

Earl of Wilmington and Viscount Pevensey, Speaker of the House of Commons 
From the portrait by Bosdet, Royal Academy 
Courtesy of the oivner, Dr. James Sprimt 

A Pagpattt 

Written in Collaboration by 



With the supervision of 
Frederick Henry Koch 

Professor of Dramatic Literature in the University 
of North Carolina 


Wn-MiNGTON Printing Company 
Wilmington, N. C. 




A Loyal Son Of The Cape Fear 

Whose Efforts Have Preserved 

Our Glorious Traditions 

To Posterity 


National recollection is the Joundation of national 


Edward Everett. 


Communal Pageant-Making 7 

Foreword 11 

The Prologue 21 

The First Part 23 

Episode 1 27 

Episode II 39 

Episode III 47 

The Interlude 53 

The Second Part 55 

Episode 1 59 

Episode II. . . 65 

Episode III 75 

The Interlude 81 

The Third Part 83 

Episode 1 87 

Episode II 97 

Episode III 107 

The Interlude 113 

The Fourth Part 115 

Episode 1 119 

Episode II. 123 

The Committees of the Pageant 125 

The Players of the Pageant 

Stat at iUuBtratuiita 

The Earl of Wilmington Frontispiece 


The Live Oaks of the Cape Fear 19 

Orton Plantation 37 

CoRNWALLis' Headquarters 53 

The Second Attack on Fort Fisher . . . . 81 
The Gateway Port of North Carolina . . .113 

(dommunal Pag^ant-ilaktttg 

By Frederick H. Koch 

OUR CAROLINA country from Cherokee to 
Currituck — from the Great Smoky Mountains 
to the shifting dunes of Hatteras — affords a 
remarkable ground-soil for pageantry. Here is an 
untouched store of brave tradition — legends of the 
"Lost Colony" of Sir Walter Raleigh, of the intrepid 
pirate Blackbeard, of the Croatan outlaw, Henry 
Berry Lowrie; here are brave tales of the Revolution, 
of hair-breadth escapes of blockade runners in the 
War Between the States; here the deeds of the in- 
domitable pioneers, of Daniel Boone, of bonny Flora 
Macdonald, of the patient Town Builders of Old Salem: 
here, too, the lore and balladry of our sturdy mountain- 
folk — a wonder-field for the making of pageants and 
plays of the people. 

Because of her unique position in the making of 
American history, it is especially fitting that the City 
of Wilmington in North Carolina should embody her 
heroic heritage in an historical Pageant of the Lower 
Cape Fear. Here was the first armed resistance to the 
tyrannous Stamp Act; here, at Moore's Creek, was 
the first victory of our American arms in the War of 
the Revolution. 

Also in her contribution to the beginnings of Ameri- 
can dramatic literature Wilmington has played a 
notable part. Here, in Wilmington, Thomas Godfrey 
wrote The Prince of Parthia, the first tragedy written 
in America by an American. Here flourished for many 
years a noteworthy group of amateur players. The 
Thalian Association, including in its active member- 
ship such distinguished citizens as Edward B. Dudley, 


8 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

the first Governor of North Carolina elected by the 
people, and boasting a theatre of its own as early as 
the year 1800, when the town could claim scarcely 
more than fifteen hundred souls. 

A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear was written in 
collaboration by a group of citizens of Wilmington, 
members of the North Carolina Sorosis. Fifteen 
people contributed to the gathering of historical in- 
cidents; the text is the joint product of five different 
writers. So the Pageant is a fresh instance of co- 
operative authorship in the making of genuinely com- 
munal drama. 

Such collaboration is significant. It should have 
a widespread efi^ect in enlarging the horizons of dra- 
matic literature by stimulating the people en masse — 
not simply as participating actors in the pageant, but 
also as joint authors. So a socialized literary as well 
as histrionic art may be cultivated, and the folk-con- 
sciousness awakened to fresh forms of expression. 
And it is well for us to remember in this connection 
that the collective intelligence of the community is 
determined largely, not simply by the extent to which 
society is able to understand itself, but also (and per- 
haps more powerfully) by the extent to which society 
is able to express itself. 

It will be readily admitted, I think, that communal 
expression in drama will most completely approximate 
a representation of the life of the community when 
the authorship is collective rather than individual. 
Then the composition is enriched by as many view 
points as there are writers, as cannot be the case when 
there is but a single author — often a professional, not a 
resident of the community, engaged to write the 
pageant for the city or the town. 

Communal Pageant- Making 9 

A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear will be staged in 
a natural amphitheatre on the banks of the Cape Fear 
River. This is altogether fitting since the historic 
River really forms the life-current of the play. By 
the River came the first explorers and the settlers; 
over its waters moved the human tides through all 
the changing years. Some of the Pageant scenes 
actually take place on the River. The pirate sloop 
of Blackbeard, moored just off shore, will form an 
important part of the stage-picture in the Money 
Island incident. In the exciting action of the daring 
little blockade runner, Lilian, a replica of the original 
will be used. This will add much to the reality of the 
scene, as will the appearance of a group of Cherokees 
in the espisode of the Cape Fear Indians. These, 
coming from their reservation in the western part 
of the State, will have an active part in the play, 
speaking their own language. 

Five hundred citizen players will take part in the 
performance. All the costumes will be home-made, 
except certain historic costumes to be worn by actual 
descendants of the characters represented in the 
Pageant. Hundreds of others will have a part in 
preparing for the production; so the Pageant will 
represent the entire community. 

But the most significant feature of A Pageant of the 
Lower Cape Fear, it seems to me, is its literary form. 
It is not merely a spectacle, but a worthy pioneer 
in communal authorship in our State. It carries on 
the ideal cherished by the author in Raleigh: The 
Shepherd of the Ocean, of the pageant-form as not 
merely dramatic, but as dramatic literature. 

In this Raleigh Tercentenary Pageant-Drama, pro- 
duced at Raleigh, North Carolina, last October, was 

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demonstrated beyond question that the mass of the 
people today really crave the spoken word. Each 
night the vast audiences that filled the amphitheatre 
to overflowing, listened to every word with the utmost 
quiet. The spell of the poetry of Sir Walter Raleigh, 
written on the night before his execution, brought a 
hush like that of a waiting congregation in a great 

Pageantry should be more than spectacle. It should 
cherish the spoken word. It should arouse the people 
to an active participation in literature by giving them 
a living voice. For the sound is the soul of the word. 
By giving to the people such opportunity of communal 
expression as pageantry affords may we contribute 
somewhat toward the making of a new literature in 
America, which will be genuinely national. 

Chapel Hill, North Carolina, 
March 18, 1921. 

The first recorded mention of the Cape Fear is in 
the narrative of Sir Richard Grenville's expedition in 
June 1585. Our later introduction to the noble stream 
which takes its name from the Cape of Fear, involves 
a tragedy clouded by a mystery which 350 years has 
not revealed. The scene is laid in "The Kingdom 
of Silence and Aw-e disturbed by no sound save the 
sea gull's shriek and the breaker's roar." 

In Robert Sanford's account of conditions on the 
Charles River (subsequently called Cape Fear) we 
read a pathetic story in the quaint vernacular of the 
17th century, of the expedition from Barbadoes under 
command of Sir John Yeamans in October 1665, in 
a "Fly boate" of about 150 tons called "Sir John", 
accompanied by a small "Friggatt" belonging to Sir 
John Yeamans and a "Sloope" purchased by a "com- 
mon purse", for Colonial service. After the three 
vessels had been separated at sea by a great storm 
in which the "Friggatt" lost all her masts and was 
very near foundering, the three vessels were provi- 
dentially brought together again in the beginning of 
November 1665, and came to an anchor at the mouth 
of Charles (Cape Fear) River, from which they were 
shortly afterwards driven to sea by a hurricane. Again 
were they guided by Divine Providence into the haven 
where they would be; and for a third time they en- 
countered heavy weather, and the "Fly boate" was 
driven ashore on the middle ground (off the present 
Fort Caswell) and, sharing the fate of hundreds of 
others on this treacherous shoal for 256 years, was 
"beate" to pieces. The crew reached the shore, but 
their victuals and clothing, arms, powder, and military 


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supplies furnished by the Lords Proprietors were lost; 
"but when," as the narrative proceeds, "the great and 
growing necessitys of the English Colony in Charles 
River heightened by these disasters began 'clamorous- 
ly' to crave the use of the sloope in a voyage to 
^ Virginia for their speedy relief, Sir John acquiesced, 
and he himself returned in the 'Friggatt' to Barbadoes. 
The sloope returning from Virginia loaded with victuals, 
being ready by reason of her extreme rottenness to 
sink, was driven ashore by a storm in the night on 
Cape Lookout. With two exceptions the crew es- 
caped drowning and the survivors proceeded to join 
the colony of English at Roanoke." 

Meantime Captain Edward Stanion having been 
dispatched with his small vessel from Virginia was 
returning from Barbadoes with supplies for the Cape 
Fear people. It appears from the depressing narrative 
that he left Barbadoes under-manned. He was with- 
out a "pilote" or a mate to share the responsibilities 
of the voyage, and his ship having been "driven by 
the contrary winds and tossed for many weeks and 
he himself conquered with care, vexation and watch- 
ing," brave heart and hero as he was, felt the sadness 
of despair. He had kept watch day and night with- 
out intermission for many days, doubtless snatching 
an hour's sleep at intervals ; torn with anxiety, exhausted 
with never ending work, his eyes blood-shot and weary, 
his beard tangled and neglected, now "lost his reason 
and after many wild extravagances leapt overboard 
in a frenzye leaving his small company and vessellto 
the much more quiet and constant though but little 
knowing and prudent conduct of a child, who yett 
assisted by a miraculous providence after many wander- 
ings, brought her safe to Charles (Cape Fear) River 

Foreword 13 

in Clarendon, her desired port and haven." And so 
the mysterious chronicle ends. Who the child was, 
his subsequent fate, will never be revealed. Years 
ago I searched with the late Professor Holmes among 
the ruins of the Charlestown settlement at Old Town 
Creek for some relics of this turbulent colony, for they 
were a "mutinous and undeserving rabble", but we 
found nothing but a small cannon which had been 
previously unearthed by a pony plough, a gift of the 
Lords Proprietors, and which was sold to junk dealers 
in Wilmington after it had lain for centuries almost 
unnoticed. How interesting it would be to find some 
later record of the little lad, the Cape Fear Pilot, who 
steered the relief ship through stormy seas into the 
quiet haven of Old Town Creek! Not far from this 
abandoned settlement may still be seen a moss covered 
grave-stone with its mysterious and only inscription, 
"Known in Heaven." So mote it be with the miracu- 
lous child navigator of our earliest history. 

The Colony at Old Town Creek numbering about 
600 souls was short-lived and Charlestown, as it was 
called, began to break up after its first year. The 
leading spirit, John Vassall, a worthy man, wrote to 
Sir John Colleton, of Essex, one of the Lords Pro- 
prietors, October 6, 1667, a wailing Jeremiad blam- 
ing "the rude rable of our Inhabitance for all the 
reverses and for their mutanous conduct which dis- 
courage those who would have otherwise remained." 
He says that the Indians were troublesome, running 
off the cattle, but this might have been overcome 
had even twenty men stood by him, there being less 
than six men who would remain, so that Samuel Maverick 
writes from Boston, October 16, 1667, "the plantations 

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at Cape Feare are deserted, the inhabitants have since 
come hither (to Boston), some to Virginia." 

The soHtude remained unbroken after this failure 
for fifty-two years, when Steed Bonnet, an infamous 
pirate, established himself within the harbor of Cape 
Fear — where Bonnett's Creek retains his name — and made 
such depredations on the commerce of Charleston that 
Colonel Rhett organized an expedition against him. A 
notable battle took place near where Southport now 
stands, ending in the destruction of Bonnet's vessel and 
the capture of many pirates. Two days later other pirate 
vessels were taken at sea, and more than a hundred pirates 
were hanged at one time on the wharves of Charleston, 
and many others on Cape Fear. It is supposed that some 
of Bonnet's men escaped and made their way up the 
river, eventually amalgamating with a small tribe 
of Indians on the Lumber River, where, soon after 
the permanent settlement of the Cape Fear in 1725, 
a considerable number of English speaking people 
were found. 

Although it appears that there were occasional 
difficulties with the Indians during the early settle- 
ments, the first real trouble occurred during the gen- 
eral uprising of 1711, when the Tuscaroras fell upon 
the colonists in Albemarle with great slaughter and 
butchered one hundred and thirty persons in two 
hours. The white people of North Carolina would 
probably have been exterminated but for the timely 
assistance of South Carolina, from which it was separ- 
ated a year later in 1712. Four thousand pounds 
sterling was voted to equip troops; Colonel James 
Moore, son of Governor James Moore of South Caro- 
lina, came at the head of a second force of troops; 
and a third army was sent under Major Maurice 

Foreword 15 

Moore, who, after peace was restored, remained in 
Albemarle. The next year Maurice Moore had oc- 
casion to cross Cape Fear near Sugar Loaf on his way 
to his native province to assist in overcoming the 
danger that threatened of an Indian rebellion, and he 
was so pleased with the river lands, that he came 
subsequently with kindred and friends from South 
Carolina and from Albemarle, and made his home 
in the Cape Fear country. His brother, Roger Moore, 
came with his hundreds of slaves, and built Orton, 
while Maurice Moore selected a most admirable site 
on a bluff near Orton, fifteen miles below the present 
city of Wilmington, and laid out a town which he 
called Brunswick, in honor of the reigning family. 
It became the capital of the Province of North Caro- 
lina; but this roadstead proved to be unsafe in stormy 
weather, and because of this fact and of the growth 
of a village fifteen miles farther up the river called 
New Liverpool, afterwards Newton and subsequently 
Wilmington, which absorbed the trade of the two 
branches of the river near that point and prospered, 
a gradual exodus from Brunswick began and con- 
tinued; so that while Wilmington flourished and be- 
came the capital of the Province, Brunswick dwindled 
and during the Revolutionary War was wholly 

And so the River moulded the fortunes of the people 
who came to live upon its banks; for situation and 
current, and cove and tide decided the location of the 
settlements, and it was, after all, as the River willed. 
Strange sights it saw as the years passed. The famous 
Scottish heroine and beauty. Flora Macdonald, passed 
by on her way to her future home at Cross Creek; 
royal salutes from the British sloops-of-war thundered 

16 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

across it in honor of the coronation of King George; 
excited men who had once sworn allegiance to the 
crown, marched up its banks when the days of their 
independence were at hand, and denounced the Parlia- 
ment and all its works. It saw the shadows of an 
approaching revolution, and the changes and chances 
of a war of independence which followed. More than 
three quarters of a century later it witnessed a mightier 
conflict and a bloodier war; and it might tell of the 
consecrated ground near by, over which hung the 
cloud and along which raged the iron storm of battle, — 
of the fair white banner and its starry cross which 
waved for a time so gloriously, then drooped and died 
with a nation's hopes. It might tell of the fiercest 
bombardment in the history of gunpowder, when Fort 
Fisher fell, after a strange traffic in which more than 
a hundred swift steamers were engaged through a 
beleagured port and city — the era of the blockade 
running. But the saddest episode in its ageless life 
was when it recently bore away on its bosom in silent 
ships to the unknown sea, thousands of its own lads 
grown to manhood in intimate contact with its waters, 
that they might be swept across the broad ocean to 
the continent from which their forefathers came, to 
bleed and die, to make men free, and to establish a 
peace upon the earth, which, after more than two 
years cessation of strife, seems now still far away. 

In A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear, we seem 
to have reached at last a community consciousness. 
We have a composite picture arranged for dramatic 
presentation, of facts that are proved on high author- 
ity, and which have been compiled and woven into a 
harmonious whole by many minds, each contributing 
something of its own interpretation of the things which 

Foreword 17 

were enacted on this New Hemisphere. It is no small 
achievement to have brought out in orderly procession 
that series of events which is the biography of Wil- 
mington from the Colonial Period to the present Era 
of Progress; it is no small achievement to have in- 
spired so many citizens of our town with the desire 
to look into the old landmarks; and it should be a 
matter of real pride that those who have undertaken 
it have persevered through a long period of patient 
seeking for accuracy of detail, discarding non-essentials 
to get at the really significant crises of the life of Wil- 
mington. We cannot fail to admire the high standards 
which they set up and consistently maintained to 
collect the facts for this Pageant, in no wise content 
with anything less than the very truth. Like all per- 
fectly honest endeavor, it will have a lasting place in 
the history of the section, and the painstaking effort 
to set a true course for the goal, will not be without 
its influence on those of the younger generation, who 
will find that A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear can 
be depended upon for real historic data. 

James Sprunt. 


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[The Pageant is announced by three heralds with a 
salvo of trumpets.] 

[The Spirit of Wilmington enters. She is a stately 
woman, in white flowing garments, bearing on her 
shield the seal of Wilmington. With her enters a 
Chorus of Attendant Spirits.] 

The Spirit of Wilmington 

Time turn back your written pages 
That the product of the ages, 
These, who dwell upon the shore, 
Those may see, who went before. 
Here may see their joys and trials, 
Happinesses, self-denials. 
Spirits, go, bring Venture here, 
Patron of the Pioneer. 

[The Spirits dance off, returning with Venture, 
dressed in flowing green, bearing a sword.] 


Here where Past and Present meet, 
Wilmington, I bid you greet 
Red men fierce — though some were true, 
When a friendly heart they knew. 
See the settlers who were daring. 
Sturdy folk, all hardships sharing. 


22 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

Down the ages here resounding 
Echoes from the distant founding 
Of our city. Hear rejoicing 
O'er success, and proud men voicing 
Gladness, that through toil and strife 
They have brought a town to life! 

See the pirates, famed in stor>', 
Heroes of a doubtful glory, 
Executing darkest plot. 
Making hard the settlers' lot. 

Not by facts or records stable, 
But through legendary fable 
And by supposition old. 
Know you of the storied gold 
On Money Island, where they say 
Blackbeard hid his chests away. 

These I led at my own beckoning 
Forth to face a future reckoning; 
Some to triumph, some to die. 
Good and evil passed they by. 

Living shadows in Time's glass. 
Venture calls them, lo, they pass! 

[The Spirit of Wilmington retires to a dais at the 
right where she can observe the pageant of events. 
Venture stands by her side. The Spirits dance off. 
During the Prologue and the Interludes, the Spirits 
dance an harmonious accompaniment.] 

®i|e 3Ftr0t Part 

The Natives, the Pioneers and the Pirates 


The Springtime Gathering of the Indians, 1663 


We made a purchase of the river and land of Cape 
Fear, of Watcoosa, and such other Indians as appeared 
to us to be the chief of those parts. They brought us store 
of fresh fish aboard, as mullets, shads, and other 
sorts, very good. 


[Lawson: History of North Carolina, quoted in Sprunt's 
Chronicles of the Cape Fear River, p. 29.] 



3lnitatt0, lfifi3 

The Characters: 

Watcoosa, Chief of the Cape Fear Indians* 

MAHAIWEE^ Watcoosa's daughter 

Leelinaw', another daughter 

Wahgegwanee , a scout and interpreter 

Other Indians of various tribes, having come from 

the back country for their Springtime Feast 
Captain William Hilton, an EngHshman sent 

from the Barbadoes to explore the Cape Fear 

Anthony Long, in Hilton's party 
Peter Fabian, another member of the party 
Other Englishmen of the Expedition 

The Time: The spring of 1663* 

The Place: Crane Island, in the Cape Fear River 

[The Indians are gathering for their great Spring 
Festival. The squaws are making yopon tea, and 
cooking fish and game which the men bring in.] 
[A brave comes in crying, "Watcoosa, Chief Watcoosa."] 
[Watcoosa and his two daughters enter. The Chief 
sits in the place of honor, with a daughter on either 

1 Little is known of the Indians who lived on the Cape Fear. S. A. Ashe 
says they "are said to have been Congarees, a branch of the old Cheraws." 
James Mooney and Fred. A. Olds say they are possibly Siouan. 

2 Fictitious names. 

'Sprunt's Chronicles of the Cape Fear River , p. 14. 

■♦December 1, 1663 is the correct date for the land purchase from Watcoosa, 
but the action here is put in the spring so as to include the picturesque Spring- 
time Feasts of the Indians. 


28 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 


Di gwege. Gawl oo loss ah. Gaw geh oo lootch ha. 
Gah law ned i gi stell lah. A tsi yu wi yah. Aw si 
aw gi yel lah ye tsaw lah. Le ye tsal skiis si. E 
tsal ski. 

My children, the long winter is over, and the Spring 
Festival is at hand. Manitou has blessed us. The 
Cape Fear Indians, the mighty tribe of the Sapona\ 
give welcome to you all, and ask that you will help 
them celebrate with dance and feasting the coming 
in of Spring. Let the dance begin . 

[The dance begins.] 

[Cries of "Daw gwa" '' an Indian cry of lamentation, 
are heard. The dancers stop, listening intently.] 

[Wahgegwanee runs in, excited and out of breath.] 

Ni he. Ha tu gah gah ! 
Woe is me! Watcoosa hear! 

*Sapona is an Indian name for the Cape Fear River. 

^Although it is thought that the Cape Fear Indians were perhaps Congarees, 
or possibly Siouan, the liberty has been taken of putting their conversations in 
the Cherokee dialect, and also using Cherokee customs. If the Congarees were 
a branch of the old Cheraws, and if the Indian tradition is true "that before the 
coming of the Englishmen the principal body of that tribe, called Cheraw- 
(or Chero-) kees, after a long fight with the Catawbas, removed to the mount- 
ains" (Ashe in Sprunt's Chronicles of the Cape Fear River, p. 25), we are not 
far wrong in choosing this dialect. Another determining factor in our choice is 
that we have a Cherokee Indian Reservation in our State, and the Cherokees 
are the only large tribe now remaining in the State. 

George Allen Owl of Ravensford, Swain County, North Carolina, has 
made the translations into the Cherokee. He is one of a few of the Reservation 
Indians who can speak and write Cherokee. The Cherokee language has its 
own alphabet, but is put into the English letters here, to give an idea of its 

The Springtime Gathering of the Indians, 1663 29 

Daw tah dun ni? 
What news have you? 

[Pointing to the river.] 

A ni you neg gah ! 

The pale faces are coming! 

[The other Indians take up the cry of lamentation.] 

[Rising with dignity.] 

Ches di Wahgegwanee. Watcoosa guest ya dah sky 
e hah. Oo nul stite dah di nel ii. E gah lee ge sest di. 

Peace, Wahgegwanee, peace, my children, Watcoosa 
does not fear the pale faces. We will give them fish 
and furs and they will be our friends. 


[Pointing to the river where a boat is seen nearing the 


They are here! 

[Several Indians cry, "Ah ni look ki!'\ "They are 
here!'', and start toward the river.] 

30 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 


E jen nah, Di g ne best sti. E jalk kest sti. E 
g yu wi yah hi. 

Go, each in order with his gifts, remember you are 
Cape Fear Indians. 

[The Indians go quietly in single file and wait for the 
boat to land.] 

[Captain Hilton, Anthony Long, Peter Fabian 
and others from the boat come forward. The Indians 
offer their gifts. Watcoosa, with his daughters, 
comes slowly down to meet them.] 

Watcoosa and the Interpreter' 

[Addressing Captain Hilton.] 

E g you neg. Eh gawn di g sauch jah aw si ah gi 
yel lah. 

Mighty pale face, you come from the big sea-water. 
You are welcome. 

[Captain Hilton is taken aback. Not knowing what 
else to do, he bows.] 

Watcoosa and the Interpreter 

Watcoosa jal stite cha neh huh. Gaw law gwe ski 
del li. Le whisk ski. 

Watcoosa friend to pale face. He give game and 
furs. Pale face give fire-stick and fire-water. 

1 All the speeches of Watcoosa and the Interpreter are spoken first in Cher o- 
kee by Watcoosa, and then in English by the Interpreter. 

The Springtime Gathering of the Indians, i66j 31 

Peter Fabian 
[Aside to Hilton.] 

Zounds, the patriarch hath an eye for the main 
chance; but tell him we must have more than fish, we 
must have land. Have at him. Captain. 

Captain Hilton 

[Aside to Fabian.] 

Peace, Peter, peace. Try to look solemn. This is 
no Vauxhall comedy. 

Peter Fabian 

[Pulling a long face.] 


[Aside to his daughters.] 

Mahaiwee oo gu we yah hi ah. Squeest oo do li. 
Ji gah yu li you. Awg soo le gawge de gul li hu i. 
E gah lee geh sest di. Daw tah dun ni Mahaiwee? 

Mahaiwee, this is a mighty pale face chief, he will 
ask much from the Cape Fears. I grow old and can- 
not lead my warriors into battle. I must make peace. 
You are fair to look at. I will give you to him for a 
wife, and he will be friend to Watcoosa. What you 
say, Mahaiwee, will you go? 


Cha yu ga ghen nah. Oo yaw e di cunt di yu. 

O father! No! I could not leave you and my sister, 
Leelinaw. I do not like his great white face. 

32 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 


Ah seh jan nu sti. 
Child, you must help me. 


A gih dawd da. I ghen nah. Ah gwa do li ah gwen 
nu sti. Daw tah du ni Mahaiwee? 

Father, I have a plan; though I am the younger, I 
have the bolder spirit. I will go too and be his wife, 
then we shall be together; so big and rich a chief as 
he would want two wives. Besides I should so love 
to travel. What do you say, Mahaiwee? 


E youst ti gwa geh su. E yah gwa dun ti. Guest 
aw si yeek di cu ti you. 

Whatever you wish I will do. I could not bear to 
leave you and I do not like his great white face. 


Leelinaw he skii yah yah. 

Leelinaw, you are a bright child. It is the greater 
honor that I give two daughters'. 

[By this time the Englishmen are surrounded by the 
curious Indians. Watcoosa comes toward the 
group, having procured the peace pipe from one of 
his braves; he motions the men to be seated, and 
passes around the pipe. The daughters of Wat- 
coosa remain in the background.] 

The Springtime Gathering of the Indians, 1663 33 

VVatcoosa and the Interpreter 

Watcoosa 00 nah lee you neg ga. Tal de gu yah 
kass da jah dah lee. 

Watcoosa friend to pale face. Watcoosa give two 
daughters to pale face chief to wife', 

[There is a great sensation among the Indians and they 
talk excitedly among themselves. The daughters come 
forward and bow before Captain Hilton. Hilton 
and Long are thunderstruck; Peter Fabian is 
irrepressibly amused.] 

Peter Fabian 
[To Hilton.] 

Captain, you have all the luck. I wonder if he has 
any more daughters. I wouldn't mind a few myself. 

Captain Hilton 

'Sblood! This is no jest. You know I have a wife 

[He consults with Long.] 

Peter Fabian 
This is not England, Captain; if the girls are willing — 

Anthony Long 

[Interrupting him.] 

Cease your ribald jesting, Peter, this is life or death. 
The Chief grows impatient. Tell him. Captain, that 
for fire-sticks and fire-water we must have more than 

'Sprunt records in Tales and Traditions of the Lower Cape Fear {1896), 
the tradition of Watcoosa's offering his two daughters to Hilton. 

34 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

wives; we must have land. Tell the old Turk that 
you will accept his offer, plus the land; but are not 
prepared to receive your wives as is befitting to the 
daughters of a chief. Tell him you will go on to pre- 
pare a suitable home, and will come back in state to 
take them thither. Give him fair words, Captain; we 
are but few, and they a mighty tribe, 

Peter Fabian 
[To Hilton.] 

Take them by proxy, Captain. I was ever willing 
to do a favor for a friend. 

[Long suppresses him.] 

Captain Hilton 

I am slow of speech and these girls abash me strange- 
ly, but I'll do my best. [To Watcoosa.] Watcoosa, 
Chief of the Cape Fears, hail ! 

[The Interpreter explains Hilton's proposals to 
Watcoosa as they are made.] 

Peter Fabian 
Hear ! Hear ! 

Captain Hilton 

You do me honor. The pale face chief will ever be 
your friend. Your daughters will be treated as befits 
a chief's wife. 

Peter Fabian 
Wives, man, wives! 

The Springtime Gathering of the Indians, i66j 35 

Captain Hilton 

But each wife must bring a goodly share of land as 
dowry. For this you shall have fire-sticks and fire- 
water. I am not yet prepared to receive your daughters. 
I go now and make ready their home. In four days 
I will come again with many gifts. [He seems exhausted 
by his effort.] Wh-ew! 

Peter Fabian 

[To Hilton.] 

Fine, Captain, fine! You will soon be used to three 
wives, you old Solomon. 

Watcoosa and the Interpreter 

[With dignity.] 

Aw si ni hi tsa jel li tsic god dah. Chas yel liwg 
gaw yeek chuck t yes di. A gwege tsi. 

It is well. The land is yours. Is not the Cape Fear 
big enough for the pale face and the red? My daugh- 
ters will wait for you here. 

[The white men go down to the boat, say good-bye to the 
Indians, and row off. The Indians follow in the 
direction of the departing boat, the two girls standing 

Leelinaw, yu gah gah look gi g gaw watt tah. 

Leelinaw, he will not come. I know, I saw it in 
his eye. 

36 A Pageant oj the Lower Cape Fear 


Squaw. Chest hi naw sell lah ah gi daw du. You 
nah gu lunk gah. 

I saw it too, but do not tell our father. He would 
be angry and go on the war path. The young one 
that laughed, he would have taken us. 

Gaw si. Ah gi yel lu. Ah ni yu wi yah hi. 

I am glad. I do not care for any man. But I like 
them best with nice red faces. 

[Watcoosa signs to his daughters, and they follow 

— .^ ^ 

The Founding of Wilmington, 1735 


This roadstead proved to be unsafe in stormy weather 
and because of that fact and of the growth of a village 15 
miles farther up the river called New Liverpool, after- 
wards Newton, and lastly Wilmington, which absorbed 
the trade of the two branches of the river near that point, 
and prospered, a gradual exodus from Brunswick began 
and continued. So that while Wilmington flourished 
and became the capital of the Province, Brunswick 
dwindled and during the Revolutionary War vjas wholly 

[Sprunt: Chronicles of the Cape Fear River, p. 45.] 



®l|f Jouttbtttg of Mtlmtttgton. 1735 

The Characters: 

John Maultsby, an early settler in Newton 

John Watson, an early settler and surveyor 

Jehu Davis, an early settler 

Roger Moore, owner of a large plantation at Orton 

Maurice Moore, his brother 

Gabriel Johnston, Governor of the Province of 

North Carolina 
Michael Higgins, surveyor 
Joshua Granger, surveyor 
James Wimble, surveyor 
Citizens, laborers, and men in the stockade 

The Time: May 13, 1735 

The Place: The water front in the village of 
Newton (an early name for Wilmington) 

[The street has a busy appearance. Market wagons are 
being loaded and unloaded by the river. Men are 
carrying produce of all kinds to the boats. Every- 
thing indicates a thriving toivn. John Maultsby, 
John Watson and Jehu Davis come in from the 
right; Roger Moore and Maurice Moore from 
the left. They meet at the stockade.] 

Jehu Davis 

Good sirs, now you know my mind. There is no 
other site that can compare with this. Just think 
you of the convenience of the situation. It is the 
meeting of the two great branches of the Cape Fear 


40 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

River. The depth of the water is sufficient to receive 
vessels of considerable burden; it is here most proper 
that the town be erected. Good friends, do I speak 

Roger Moore 

Master Davis, you speak sooth in all but one thing* 
All you say is true of Brunswick, but not of Newton- 

Maurice Moore 

[Pointing to the scene at the river front.] 
At Brunswick, we can double that. 
Jehu Davis 

Aye! Brunswick is a goodly place, but I have it on 
authority that the Governor hath decided that this 
shall be the town. 

Roger Moore 

An His Excellency hath already decided, I stand 
by his decision. 

Maurice Moore 
Spoken like a true man, brother. 

A Man in the Stockade 

[He is drunk.] 

Faith, sirs, the sooth falls from you like honey from 
the heavy laden bee. An I were free from this stock- 
ade, my voice should go with yours — my voice and 
that of all my companions in misfortune. [To the 
other men in the stockade.] How say you, friends, 
are we not one in mind and voice with these fair gen- 

The Founding of Wilmington, I^JS 41 

The Men in the Stockade 
Yes, yes, Newton, Newton forever! 

John Maultsby 

Peace, peace, you noisy clowns. These are weighty 
matters to be decided by those constant in spirit and 
full in judgment. Wag not thy tongue so freely at 
thy betters! 

Jehu Davis 

Good Master Maultsby, be not wroth with the 
poor fellows. Belike their fault was but a trifle. Tell 
us, fellow, how came you to be housed like this? 

A Man in the Stockade 

A trifle as you say, fair sir . . . but a trifle too 
much ... I came too often by the Dram Tree\ 
Had it not been for that, I had been as constant , . . 
modest . . . and sober ... as Master Maultsby him- 
self. And so it was with all of these. [To the other 
men in the stockade.] How say you, lads! Are we 
not dutiful . . . grave . . . and . . . purged in 

The Men in the Stockade 
Yes . . . yes ! . . . We are ... we are. 

1 An old cypress tree "the passing of which was signalized in 'ye olden time' by 
the popping of corks.... Like a grim sentinel, it stands to warn the out-going mari- 
ner that his voyage has begun, and to welcome the incoming storm-tossed sailor to 
the quiet harbor beyond." Sprunt's Tales and Traditions of the Lover Cape Fear, 
1896, p. 35. 

42 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

Jehu Davis 

Enough for now, good friends. Governor Johnston 
will this day be here, and I will speak to him con- 
cerning you. 

John Watson 

Look where the Governor comes with Masters 
James Wimble, Michael Higgins and Joshua Granger, 
— a goodly set of surveyors. 

John Maultsby 

Let us go meet his Excellency. 

[All the men remove their hats, and go forward to meet 
Governor Johnston and the surveyors. The men 
at the river stop work and come fonvard to see the 

Jehu Davis 

Your Excellency is most welcome. An it please 
you, I and my friends will recount for your under- 
standing why we deem this the goodliest site for our 
town and township as against Brunswick. 

Governor Johnston 

Good Master Davis, we have gone into all that — I 
and my surveyors — and we are full decided that this 
shall be our town. 

The Men in the Stockade 
Bravo! Bravo! Newton and Johnston forever! 

The Founding of Wilmington, 1735 43 

Governor Johnston 

My men, what do you here so poorly housed? You 
shall have something more befitting than a mere stock- 
ade. A goodly jail I shall have built for you. [Laughter 
in the crowd.] But not at Newton. 

Hear all of you, both you within the stockade and 
you without. This day, I, Gabriel Johnston, by God's 
grace Governor of this Province, do proclaim this 
spot the site and situation of the town and township 
of Wilmington, named in honor of my friend and 
benefactor Spencer Compton, Earl of Wilmington and 
Viscount Pevensey. [The crowd cheers.] 

And furthermore, this day the land office shall be 
opened here, the Court of Exchequer shall meet here, 
likewise the New Hanover Court and Council. All 
this I decree by the advice and consent of his Majesty's 
Council and the General Assembly of this Province*. 
[More cheers from the crowd.] 

Hear me, good friends and gentlemen, this day shall 
be a gala day in Wilmington; all shall spend the hours 
for their pleasure, and you, my friends in the stockade, 
the day is yours as well. The freedom of the town is 
yours. Look to it though, that when next we meet, 
it be not in the same fine jail I told you of! [Much 

[To the surveyors, Davis, Maultsby and Watson.] 
What say you friends, shall we go? There is much 
business to be done and already the sun is high. [They 
go out.] 

[The men from the stockade go out in the opposite 
direction, cheering and calling, ^'Johnston and Wilmington 

^The historical material in Governor Johnston's speech is adapted from 
Swann's Collection of Public Acts; North Carolina, Chapter LV, p. 99. 

The Treasure of Money Island, 1719 


// sailor tales to sailor tunes, 

Storm and adventure, heat and cold, 
If schooners, islands, and maroons 

And Buccaneers and buried Gold, 
And all the old romance, retold 

Exactly in the ancient way, 
Can please, as me they pleased of old, 

The wiser youngsters of to-day: 
— So he it, and fall on! 

[Stevenson: Treasure Island.] 



The Characters: 

Edward Teach, better known as Blackbeard, 

famous pirate 
Captain Redfield, Blackbeard's right-hand man 
Francesco -v 

^^ ^ V members of Blackbeard's crew 

Pedro I 


Other members of his crew 

The Time: 1719 

The Place: An island off the mainland, now known 
as Wrightsville Beach 

[A schooner is lying off shore. The pirate crew in gay 
turbans and sashes may be seen on deck. They are 
laughing and drinking. Some of the men are singing.] 

Fifteen men on the dead man's chest — 

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! 
Drink and the devil had done for the rest — 

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!' 

[Blackbeard and Captain Redfield come up from 
the hold. With a gesture Blackbeard silences the 


Ho, lads! An there be four sober ones amongst you, 
let them step forward. [Four pirates come forward.] 
Francesco, Roger, Pedro and Pierre! Into the hold 

1 This episode, though of an earlier date than the preceding one,, is placed 
here for dramatic emphasis. 

2 Stevenson's Treasure Island. 


48 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

with you, lads. Bring forth the chests and digging 
tools. Lower the boat, load the chests and pull for 
shore. [The men follow the orders. Blackbeard 
and Redfield step into the boat, and the four sea- 
men man the oars. Blackbeard calls to those left 
on the ship.] I will be back anon. Look that there 
be one of you sober enough to receive me. [He signals 
to the oarsmer who rapidly make for the shore, sing- 
ing as they row.] 

[On landing, Blackbeard and Captain Redfield 
come forward, leaving the men near the boat to amuse 
themselves shaking dice.] 


Bob Redfield, I would entrust you with a most im- 
portant service. There lives no man that I so pin 
my faith to as to thee. Wilt do this for me, Bob^? 

Captain Redfield 

Aye, sir, your wishes are my orders. 


Well then, 'tis this. I am something overstocked. 
Before I sail again I wish to deposit some of my treas- 
ure. Thou knowest, Bob, how the coast is larded 
with my gold. There is a lonely island hidden in these 
marshes that suits my fancy. There will I bury the 
greatest treasure of them all. It shall be our Money 
Island. Wilt thou stay and guard it? These same 
four trusty buccaneers shall stay to aid you. Give 
them a stoup of rum three times a day, and Old Nick 
himself hath not four braver followers. Does this 
suit thy will? 

2The conversation between Blackbeard and Captain Redfield was in part 
taken from Andrew J. Howell's Money Island, whose story is the inspiration for 
this episode. 

The Treasure of Money Island, lyig 49 

Captain Redfield 
Your wishes are my orders, sir. 


Swear then, by the Holy Virgin, that thou wilt 
faithfully watch over this treasure; that thou wilt 
give no information, nor unfold to any man whomso- 
ever, the reason for thy life in that particular spot. 
Swear ! 

Captain Redfield 

{Taking off his hat and raising his right hand.] 
Captain, I so swear. 


Thy hand with the oath, Bob. I thank thee. And 
if in any special need I send for some pieces of eight, 
trust no one who comes without an order stamped 
with my signet. Look, keep this. [He takes a signet 
from his pocket and hands it to Redfield.] Is all 
well, Bob? 

Captain Redfield 

All is well. Captain, I have given my oath, and 
naught but death shall break it! 

[Calling to one of the crew.] 
Francesco ! 

Aye, aye, sir! 

50 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

Come hither, man. 

[Leaving the game, he comes forward.] 
Aye, aye, sir! 

Art thou sober, 'Cesco? 

[Swaying slightly.] 
Aye, aye, sir. 


[Mocking him.] 

Aye, aye, sir! 'Tis all the English that he hath. 
Art thou drunk, 'Cesco? 

Aye, aye, sir! 

Captain Redfield 

Zounds, methinks he tells the truth; he is part sober 
and part drunk. 


He is soberer than e'er I saw him these ten years. 
But drunk or sober 'tis a good lad, tried and true. 
'Cesco, call the other lads here. 

The Treasure of Money Island, 1719 51 


\In a drunken voice.] 

Pierre . . . Pedro . . . Roger . . . 

[The men stop their game and come forward to join 

My men, for ten years ye have sailed with me. 

The Men 

Aye, aye, sir! 


In all these years, in fair times and in foul, have I 
ever failed you? 

Aye, aye, sir! 

[The others suppress him and cry, "Nay, nay, sir.'"] 

Then will ye do me one more service, faithfully and 

The Men 

Aye, aye, sir! 


All hands to the oars then. We have a long jaunce 
in the dark. Once under way, we will unfold our 

[The men return to the boat shouting, "Aye, aye, sir!"] 

52 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 


[To Redfield.] 

'Sblood, these "aye, aye, sirs!" will be the death 
of me. I tell thee what. Bob, thou hadst best get 
thee a good English wife that can say, "Nay, nay, sir!" 

Captain Redfield 

With all my heart, sir! 

[They all get into the boat and row out of sight, singing 
as they row.] 

Come all you men and maidens as wishes for to sail, 
And I soon will let you quickly hear of where you 
must aroam. 
We'll embark into a ship, which her topsails is let fall, 

And all unto an island, and never more go home. 
Especially you ladies that's anxious to rove, 

There's fishes in the sea, my love, likewise the buck 
and doe. 
We'll lie down on the banks of some pleasant shady 
Thro' the wild woods we'll wander and we'll chase 

the bufTalo, 
Thro' the wild woods we'll wander, and we'll chase 
the buffalo.' 

Ho! For Money Island! Ho! 

^The Buffalo, an old Buccaneer song from Sea Songs and Shanties, collected 
by W. B. Whall. James Brown & Sons, Publishers, Glasgow. 

In Ihi ba^^smznl was a military prison. St. James Church is in Ike foreground. 

®1|? iltttfrlub? 

[The Spirit of Wilmington and Venture advance 
to the center of the stage. The Spirits now appear 
dancing with scarlet scarfs.] 

The Spirit of Wilmington 

Spirits, who my words attend, 

Beg of Courage that she lend 

Her presence in attendance here. 

Sponsor in an age when fear 

Had made of men the slaves of kings. 

Courage, by the life she brings 

To all men's hearts, inspired the folk. 

So that, throwing ofT the yoke 

Of bondage, stood they hand in hand — 

Colonials in Freedom's land! 

[The Spirits depart and presently return with Courage 
dressed in flowing scarlet garments, holding a torch 
of liberty.] 


O Wilmington, to you I show 

Powdered wig and furbelow; 

Customs, manners of the land 

And Welcome with an outstretched hand. 

Versed in wit, in grace, in song — 

Yet these men could right the wrong. 

Drop the book and take the gun. 

Fighters till the cause was won 

For Freedom. Then the Stamp Act bold 

And Moore's Creek Bridge were stories told. 

[The Spirit of Wilmington retires to the dais. Ven- 
ture afid Courage remain with her, the Spirits 
dancing off.] 


Colonial and Revolutionary Wilmington 


The Reception to Flora Macdonald, 1774 


upon the arrival of the heroine {Flora Macdonald) in 
Wilmington there was a general turnout of people and 
she and her daughter were treated with great distinction. 
A great hall was given in her honor and tradition says 
that she was especially pleased by the attentions paid to 
her daughter by the gentlemen of the town. 

— Waddell. 



^l\t Vitttptxon to Jlora fflarbottalJi, irr4 

The Characters: 

Flora Macdonald, Scotch loyalist, noted for her 
act of loyalty in saving the life of Bonnie Prince 

Annie Macdonald, her daughter 

George Washington, distinguished visitor 

JosiAH Martin, Royal Governor of North Carolina 

Hugh Waddell, Colonel, distinguished in military 
annals of the State 

Cornelius Harnett, Son of Liberty; representative 
in the Assembly for Wilmington; Pride of the 
Cape Fear. He gave his wealth and life for the 
cause of the freedom of America. 

William Hooper, able jurist; prominent member 
of the Safety Committee; presided over the meet- 
ing of the inhabitants of the Wilmington District, 
which was the first movement to provide a Revo- 
lutionary Government; later, a signer of the 
Declaration of Independence. 

Robert Howe, wit, scholar, famous soldier; later, 
on Washington's staff. 

Alexander Lillington, prominent member of the 
Safety Committee; later. Colonel of the Minute 
Men of the Wilmington District, and hero of 
the Battle of Moore's Creek Bridge. 

John Ashe, well known Colonel 

Samuel Ashe, distinguished General 

iln reality, George Washington visited Wilmington at a later time, April 
20, 1791, occupying the house on the comer of the present Dock and Front Streets. 



A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

James Moore, Colonel of two regiments to serve in 

the Continental Army; in command at Moore's 

Maurice Moore, learned jurist and judge; author 

of the celebrated letter to Governor Try on, signed 


Frederick Gregg 
William Campbell 
William Wilkinson 
George Moore 
Frederick Jones 

John Quince 
Francis Clayton 
Robert Hogg 
John Ancrum 
Archibald Maclaine/ 
John Robinson 
James Walker 

)Sons of Liberty, organized in 

members of the Committee 
of Safety, elected Novem- 
ber 23, 1774. Thiscommit- 
tee continued to use its in- 
fluence during 1779-81 
when it exercised con- 
stant vigilance over the 
Tories, who were support- 
ed and strengthened by 
the British. 

William Hill 
Samuel Small 
Samuel Swann 
Abner Nash 
Sampson Mosely 
George Merrick 

prominent Revolutionary fig- 

Mistress Tom Hooper 
Mistress Jack Walker 
Mistress Robert Howe 
Mistress Eleazar Allen 

The Reception to Flora Macdonald, 1^74 61 

Mistress DeRosset 
Mistress Schaw 
Mistress Rutherfurd 
Other Guests 
Zip Coon 

^ ^ ^ / fiddlers 

Old Dan Tucker 

Other musicians 
Negro servants 

The Time: 1774 

The Place: An Assembly Hall in Wilmington, 
North Carolina 

[In the receiving line are Governor Martin, Mistress 
Flora Macdonald, her daughter Annie Mac- 
donald, and George Washington. An old negro 
servant announces each guest. The fiddlers play 
while the guests are arriving. When the company 
has assembled, the music for the minuet is played, 
and the dancers take their positions for the dance\ 
After the minuet the company adjourns to the re- 
freshment room with much hilarity.] 

*In point of time the reception to Flora Macdonald was given at a later 
date than the events that follow in the next scene. However, the event serves 
here to portray a typical Colonial gathering. 

Resistance to the Stamp Act, 1766 


Although the people of the other colonies were as resolute 
in their determination to resist the act, . . . yet in 
ONE COLONY ONLY did they, openly, in large num- 
bers and with arms in their hands, resist an armed force 
. . . a twenty gun sloop of war. . . in an attempt 
to land the stamps, and this two weeks after they had 
compelled a stamp-master to resign his office. This was 
at Brunswick on the Cape Fear River, sixteen miles 
below Wilmington. 

— ^Waddell. 



V^mBtmn to tly? Btmnp Art, ITBB 

The Characters: 

William Tryon, Royal Governor of the Province 
and Lieutenant-Colonel of the Queen's Guard 

William Pennington, His Majesty's Comptroller 

Colonel John Ashe, leader of the militia that 
kept stamped paper from being landed; Speaker 
of the Assembly who replied when Tryon asked 
what they would do about the Stamp Act: "It 
will be resisted to blood and death." 

Colonel Hugh Waddell, leader with Ashe in 
keeping the Diligence from landing the stamped 

Cornelius Harnett, head of the detachment de- 
manding Comptroller Pennington 

Colonel James Moore, also with the detach- 

The militia from Brunswick and New Hanover 

Negro slaves of Governor Tryon 

The Time: February 21, 1766 

The Place: Russellborough, about half a mile to 
the south of Orton. Before Governor Tryon's palace. 

[The members of the militia enter — some on horseback, 
some afoot, having left their horses farther away 
from the house. The company has just come from 
Brunswick where they let Captain Phipps of the 
Diligence know that stamps should not be landed.] 


66 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

Colonel Ashe 

At least we've kept the stamps from being landed*. 
Our guards will see that the Diligence and the Viper 
do no harm. Phipps, of the Diligence, seemed very 
calm — quite a philosopher. 

Colonel Waddell 

Which is more than Tryon will be when he's aware 
we're here. Moore, please fetch Comptroller Penning- 
ton. [Moore goes.] Tryon will try all blandishments 
to move us from our purpose, but we'll get Pennington. 

Colonel Ashe 

Why did you let our guard separate and part go 
on the river? 

Colonel Waddell 

A rather prankish thing, dear Ashe. The men did 
swear they'd have a souvenir of this same ship that 
brought the damned stamped papers. 

Cornelius Harnett 
And here they come, the boys. 

Colonel Waddell 


They'd have a souvenir ! 

[The militiamen break into hearty laughter and good- 
naturedly slap each other on the backs, as six men 
carry in on their shoulders one of the English ship's 
boats in great triumph.] 

'November 28, 1765, at Brunswick. 

Resistance to the Stamp Act, 1766 67 

The Militia 

[Shouting wildly.] 

Bravo! Bravo! A bold feat, lads! 

Colonel Ashe 
And how came you with this? 

One of the Men 

The nearest thing to stamps that we could lay our 
hands on. We watched and waited near the Diligence; 
and when our Southern sun proved too good tonic 
for those English knaves, we borrowed this little chip 
from them. And now we'll carry it to Wilmington, 
and what a celebration we shall have — ^with flags and 
lights and crowds — such joyous crowds! 

[Governor Tryon is announced, and attempts to 
coyiciliate Ashe, Waddell and Harnett in his 

Governor Tryon 

In right good time you've come, my friends. The 
'cue is just done roasting. 

Colonel Ashe 

We have not come to feast with you, your Honor. 
Our business we'll dispatch and then we'll leave you. 
Our men have pigs on the other side Cape Fear; 
they came not this long way to eat your pigs. 

One of the Men 

You mean, sir, we came to get the English pig — 
Comptroller Pennington. 

^February 19, 1766. 

68 A Pageant oj the Lower Cape Fear 

Colonel Waddell 
Be quiet, sir. 

[Negro servants enter with platters of barbecue.] 

Governor Tryon 

You must not, men, refuse our Carolina hospitality. 

Cornelius Harnett 

Your Carolina hospitality is stamped. We'll have the 
stamps; you keep the hospitality. 

Governor Tryon 
Such unbecoming words from men of Wilmington ! 

Cornelius Harnett 
Our courtesy, I fear, is lacking. W^e are brief and 
to the point; we want Comptroller Pennington. You 
know your house is sheltering him. 

Governor Tryon 

Colonel Waddell 

Do you remember November sixteenth last, when 

Stamp-Master William Houston resigned his office?' 

If you forget this, Tryon, our Mayor DeRosset"^ and 

several Aldermen will help you bring it back to mind. 

Governor Tryon 


Ah, come, my friends, a little toothsome bit, and 
then to business. The barbecue grows cold. 

'Houston resigned at the Court House at the intersection of the present 
Front and Market Streets, November 16, 1765. 

"By a careful, discriminating reading of all the subject-matter at our 
command, it will be easily seen that the indignation of the people of 1765 was 
not directed against Houston, nor against any conduct of his, but against the 
principle of the British Stamp Tax." J. O. Carr, in Sprunt's Chronicles oj the 
Cape Fear River, p. 101. 

^Moses John DeRosset. 

Resistance to the Stamp Act, 1766 69 

Colonel Waddell 

To hell, sir, with your barbecue. Men, throw it in 
the river. 

{The militiamen take the trays from the servants and 
throw them into the river. Tryon is too amazed to 
remonstrate with them.] 

Cornelius Harnett 

The banquet's over, sir; and now to business. Where's 
William Pennington? 

[The three leaders face Tryon menacingly.] 

Governor Tryon 

Pennington came into my house for refuge, he is a 
Crown officer, and as such I will give him all the pro- 
tection my roof and the dignity of character I hold 
in this province can afford him. 

Cornelius Harnett 

We would not insult you, but we must be detained 
no longer. 

Governor Tryon 

An insult that will not tend to any great consequence 
when you have already offered every insult you could 
offer, by investing my house and making me in effect 
a prisoner, before any grievance had been presented 
to me. 

[Tryon goes off in a rage.] 

^This disposition of the banquet took place in 1766. 

*These speeches are recorded by Tryon in a letter to the Right Honorable 
Henry Seymour Conway, one of his Majesty's principal Secretaries of State. 

70 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

Colonel Ashe 

Another William Houston resignation! I doubt it 
not. These English knaves must finally yield to our 
determination or they'll find out of what good stuflf 
our Carolina men are made. 

[Tryon returns accompanied by Pennington.] 

Comptroller Pennington 

Yes, Tryon, I am resolved. Rather resign my office 
than do any act contrary to my duty. 

Cornelius Harnett 
I hope you won't do that, sir. 

Governor Tryon 
Your resignation, Pennington, Ink and paper. 

[Servants bring ink and paper, and Pennington 
writes out his resignation, and hands it to Tryon.] 

Comptroller Pennington 
To be in force at once, sir. 

Governor Tryon 
Good, Pennington. 

[Tryon retires; Pennington remains.] 

•These speeches ar? recorded by Tryon in a letter to the Right Honorable 
Henry Seymour Conway, one of his Majesty's principal Secretaries of State. 

Resistance to the Stamp Act, 1766 71 

Cornelius Harnett 

And now an oath, sir; for you shall never leave us 
free till you have sworn that you will never issue any 
stamped papers in this Province. 

Comptroller Pennington 
If I am compelled to, I will swear. 

Colonel Waddell 
Is that your oath? 

Comptroller Pennington 
So help me God! 
[Pennington leaves] 

Colonel Waddell 

Now back to Wilmington. I've picked my men to 
go to Fort Johnston. 

Cornelius Harnett 

A word before we go, you Sons of Liberty. There 
are more clouds ahead; I would we all were bound by 
common oath. What say you men? 

The Militia 
An oath ! An oath ! 

'Colonel Waddell with an armed force marched to Fort Johnston (now 
Southport) to take possession of it, February 19, 1766. 

72 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

Cornelius Harnett 

But be not moved by momentary whim. Give this 
your sane deliberation. We'll meet again and pledge 
ourselves. See how this fits our needs, my men, for 
the defense of our country: "We do unite ourselves 
under every tie of religion and honor, and associate 
as a band in her defense against every foe; hereby 
solemnly engaging that whenever our Continental or 
Provincial Councils shall decree it necessary we will 
go forth and be ready to sacrifice our lives and fortunes 
to secure her freedom and safety." 

The Militia 
We will make this pledge at once. 

Cornelius Harnett 
May God bless us in this our resolution. 

[Waddell a7id his men go on their way to Fort John- 
ston. Harnett, Ashe, Moore and their men go 
in the opposite direction to Wilmington — some 
taking up the boat, others mounting their horses and 
riding away.] 

'This actually occurred later, on June 19, 1775, when the citizens of New 
Hanover met and made this pledge. 

^The historical facts in the foregoing scene are taken from The Stamp Act 
on Ike Cape Fear, by Colonel A. M. Waddell, North Carolina Booklet, Vol. 1, 
No. 3. 

The Battle of Moore's Creek, 1776 


Eighteen miles northwest of Wilmington, North Caro- 
lina, on a low sandy bluff overlooking a deep, wide creek 
whose sluggish waters flow into the Black River, a tribu- 
tary of the Cape Fear, there stands to-day a simple brown- 
stone monument with this inscription on its western 

In Commemoration 

Of The Battle Of 

Moore's Creek Bridge, 

Fought Here 

27th February, 1776. 

The First Victory Gained 

By The American Arms 

In The War Of The 


The right to this direct claim to precedence in Revo- 
lutionary success and material glory is one of North 
Carolina's greatest historic possessions. 

[M. C. S. Noble: The Battle of Moore's Creek Bridge, 
North Carolina Booklet, Volume III.] 



®f|f Sattb of MnoxtB (Urttk, ITZB 

The Characters: 

Cornelius Harnett 
John Quince 
Francis Clayton 
William Hooper 
Robert Hogg 
Archibald Maclaine 
John Ancrum 
John Robertson 
James Walker 
George Moore 
John Ashe 
Sam Ashe 
James Moore 
Frederick Jones 
Alexander Lillington 

members of the Commit- 
tee of Safety, freeholders of 
New Hanover, newly 
elected committee mem- 
bers, and others, who, 
having met and ap- 
pointed d e 1 e g a t es to 
a Revolutionary Con- 
gress in New Bern, 
August 25, 1774, are 
now preparing to consid- 
er the threatening Tory 
forces assembling under 
General Macdonald, 
Colonel McLeod and 
others, assisted by 
Governor Martin. 

Minute Men 

Other citizens, among whom is Parker Quince 

The Time: February 9, 1776 

The Place: Wilmington, North Carolina. Before 
the Court House at the intersection of Front and 
Market Streets. 

[The crowd of citizens assembled is greatly excited. 
Front time to time men and women of the town stop 
for a few minutes to hear what is going on before 
resuming their errands.] 


76 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

William Hooper 

Sirs, it has been decreed by the Royal Governor 
that no legislative body must meet in our Province, 
but since we met to elect delegates to the Revolutionary 
Congress in New Bern it now becomes necessary to 
appoint suitable and efficient committees for the vigi- 
lant protection of our common and sacred rights. It 
is also here and now a suitable time to indorse the 
action of the Boston Tea Party and to assume that 
the "Cause of Boston is the cause of all". 

A Citizen 


Aye, aye! The cause of Boston is the common 
cause of all America. Hurrah! 

Cornelius Harnett 

We will sacrifice our lives and fortunes in order to 
secure the safety and freedom of our country. Let 
any and all who will, subscribe to the relief of our 
suffering countrymen in Boston. 

Parker Quince 

I will equip a ship and take a load to their relief. 

[A Courier enters.] 

A Courier 

Sirs, the enemy is assembling and is even now at 
our doors. The British fleet is momentarily expected 
with reinforcements. 

[Excited exclamations.] 

'Sprunt's Chronicles of the Cape Pear River, p. 110. 

The Battle of Moore's Creek, i/y6 77 

Cornelius Harnett 

They mean to crush our spirit, take away our rights, 
and reduce our Province to subjection. 

Colonel Lillington 

We will never submit to* injustice and oppression. 
The idea of subjection is abhorrent to all freeborn 

Colonel Moore 

I will assemble the Continental troops at once, 

[He goes oict.] 

Colonel Lillington 

Our Minute Men may now be called to act their 
part. I'll summon them. [To the Bugler.] Bugler, 
the call. 

[The Bugler sounds the call to arms.] 

Colonel Ashe 

And I will hurry with the Independent troops to 
Campbellton. Colonel Purviance will remain here 
with the militia for the protection of Wilmington. 

[The Minute Men having assembled, Lillington calls 
them to attention and they march out amid cheers 
from the crowd. A Courier runs in with a dispatch.] 

The Courier 

The Tory forces are rapidly gathering at Cross 
Creek and danger seems imminent. The Macdonalds, 
McLeod, and Campbell are in charge. Flora Mac- 

78 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

donald is using her utmost influence to augment their 
force. Not only is she stirring up resistance to the 
Whigs, but she is accompanying the Tory forces to 
encourage the men with her own fine spirit.' 

Cornelius Harnett 

Against an army of eleven hundred determined men, 
Macdonald will find his march to the east halted, 

[Cheers from the crowd.] 

Voices From the Crowd 
He will never reach Fort Johnston ! 
[Another Courier runs in with a dispatch.] 

Cornelius Harnett 


Macdonald has changed his plans. With danger 
threatening on all sides he is pushing towards Wil- 
mington. But our General has ordered Colonel Cas- 
well to join him at Corbett's Ferry to cut off the Tory 
march. [Cheers from the crowd.] Lillington and Ashe 
are to join Caswell and make a forced march to Moore's 

[ Vociferous cheers from the crowd.] 
[Another Courier runs in.] 

>Caruthers: Revolutionary Incidents of the Old North State, 

The Battle of Moore's Creek, 1776 79 

The Courier 

Macdonald's army has crossed the river and is 
advancing toward the Creek. But Lillington and 
Caswell have reached the crossing, undermined the 
bridge, thrown up breastworks, and the battle is on. 
McLeod and Campbell have fallen pierced by a score 
of bullets. Dozens of men have fallen into the stream 
never to rise again, while all who have succeeded in 
getting across are either mortally wounded or taken 

[Another Courier arrives.] 

The Crowd 

Bravo ! Bravo ! 

The Courier 

The Tory army scattered panic-stricken, when "Old 
Mother Covington" was turned upon them. The 
stream is full of dead and dying. Only twenty men 
succeeded in getting over the bridge alive, and these 
are mortally wounded. But we have not lost a man! 
[Great excitement in the crowd.] The Whigs have 
captured 850 prisoners, 1500 rifles, 350 guns and shot 
bags, 250 swords and dirks, with much other valuable 
equipment, including wagons, horses, medicines and 
supplies, besides money discovered to the value of 

Cornelius Harnett 

Friends and countrymen, God is with us! May 
our cause prosper as this our first victory happily 
portends. Let us go and assemble all loyal citizens 
for a service of thanksgiving and praise. 

[The people go off cheering wildly] 

I^lacRae's Flora Macdonald has been drawn on for some of the historical 
materials of this scene. 

•J i 

■Si b 

[The Spirit of Wilmington tvith Venture and 
Courage now advance to the center of the stage. 
As the Spirit of Wilmington speaks, the Spirits 
waving blue scarfs enter. They are accompanied 
by Loyalty, dressed in flowing blue, carrying a 
Confederate flag.] 

The Spirit of Wilmington 

A friend whose staunchness will not fail 
Is Loyalty. All hail! All hail! 


I bring you times of happiness 

Of planters' life; until distress 

Of war and yellow fever came. 

But everlasting is the fame 

Of those brave souls who, from the sea 

To Wilmington, the way kept free — 

Brave leaders and their daring aides, 

Who ran Confederate blockades. 

[The Spirit of Wilmington retires to the dais. Ven- 
ture, Courage and Loyalty remain by her; the 
Spirits dance off.] 


Si|0 ®l|trb Part 

Confederate Wilmington 


A Plantation Wedding, 1861 


When Lincoln's call was made for /SyOOO men 'to put 
down the rebellion,' the whole of the Cape Fear section 
was fired, and with scarcely any exception looked upon 
secession and war as the inevitable outcome. 

[Sprunt: Chronicles of the Cape Fear River, p. 271, 
narrative of Mrs. William Parsley.] 



A Plantatton Web^tttg, 1861 

The Characters: 

Bob Harrison, the groom 

Agnes Harrison, the bride 

W. L, DeRosset, Captain of the Wilmington Light 

O. P. Meares, Captain of the Wilmington Rifle 

James I. Metts, later Captain of Company G, of 

the Third North Carolina Regiment 
C. Cornehlson, Captain of the German Volunteers 
James Stevenson, Lieutenant Commanding the 

Cape Fear Light Artillery 
Mrs. James C. Stevenson 
John L. Cantwell, Colonel of the 30th Regiment, 

North Carolina Militia 
O. A. Wiggins, Captain, Company E, 36th North 

Mrs. O. a. Wiggins 
Henry Savage, Captain, Company G, 18th North 

Mrs. Henry Savage 
Other wedding guests 

SciPio, negro bodyguard and slave of Harrison 
Slaves, musicians and dancers 

The Time: April 15, 1861 

The Place: An old plantation near Wilmington, 
North Carolina 


88 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

[The scene opens with the darkies gathered about two 
of their number who are playing the fiddle and the 
banjo. They are singing chanties, John Kooner 
songs, and plantation melodies.] 

[SciPio enters excitedly.] 

Marse Bob and his bride am acomin' disaway ! 

[Excitement among the negroes. Amid merriment and 
laughter, the wedding party enters. The bridesmaids 
and groomsmen enter two by two forming an arch 
through which the bride and groom advance to the 
center of the stage. The wedding party forms about 
them, the darkies filling in the background.] 

Bob Harrison 
Scipio ! 

[Bowing and scraping.] 

Bob Harrison 
Tell the fiddlers to play a reel. 


[To the darkies.] 

You lazy niggers, ain't you got sense 'nough ter 
know what Marse Bob wants you ter do, 'thout him 
havin' ter tell you. Now gib us a sho 'nough reel. 

[A Virginia Reel is danced by the wedding party.] 

A Plantation Wedding, 1861 89 

Agnes Harrison 

[To her husband.] 

Bob, dear, let us rest, and watch the games the 
negroes have been practicing for us. 

Bob Harrison 
That's right, I reckon you are tired. Scipio! 



Bob Harrison 

Now show us those dances you have been practicing 
to welcome your new mistress. 


Yassir. [Turning to the other darkies.] Come on, 
you niggers. We's gwine ter celebrate. 

[Led by Scipio, the darkies go through the cotton-pick- 
ing and the corn-shucking dances, the wedding party 
watching and chatting lightheartedly. Colonel 
Cantwell enters in militia uniform, evidently 
much perturbed.] 

Colonel Cantwell 

Forgive me for interrupting the festivities, but I 
have a summons from the Governor. 

Bob Harrison 
From the Governor? 

90 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

Colonel Cantwell 

[Taking a telegram from his pocket, reads.] 

Colonel John L. Cantwell, 

Commander of the Thirtieth Regiment, 
North Carolina Militia, 

Wilmington, North Carolina. 

You will at once assemble the Wilmington Light 
Infantry, the German Volunteers, the Wilmington 
Rifle Guards, and the Cape Fear Artillery, proceeding 
as soon as possible to Forts Caswell and Johnston, 
to take them without delay, and to hold them against 
all comers. 

John W. Ellis, 

[A momentary silence follows. Then Captain W. L. 
DeRosset, of the Wilmington Light Infantry, steps 

Captain DeRosset 
I will assemble my men at once. 

Bob Harrison 
You mean, John, it's war? 

Colonel Cantwell 

Yes, war. The Secretary of War has demanded two 
regiments of North Carolina troops to help suppress 
the rebellion, and Governor Ellis has answered him in 
the only way a North Carolinian could. 

'Sprnnt'a Chronicles of the Cape Fear Riter, p. 279. 

A Plantation Wedding, 1861 91 

Captain DeRosset 
When do we start? 

Colonel Cantwell 

As soon as we can assemble the companies. The 
boat is ready at the foot of Market Street to take us 
down the river. 

Lieutenant Stevenson 
[Coming forward.] 
I am ready. 

Colonel Cantwell 

I left orders with one of your lieutenants to muster 
out the Cape Fear Artillery. Your men are assembling 
at the Armory. 

[Stevenson salutes. DeRosset and Stevenson go 

Colonel Cantwell 
James I. Metts! 

James Metts 
Ready, sir. 

Colonel Cantwell 

The Rifle Guards are meeting before the Court 

9? A Pageant of the Lower Cape Pear 

James Metts 
I will join them. 
[He salutes and withdraws.] 

[Cant WELL calls, one by one, the other men in the 
party. As their names are called they report for 
duty and go out to join their respective companies. 
Only Harrison is left. Cantwell turns to him.] 

Colonel Cantwell 

Bob, you are my Adjutant, and I have a right to 
excuse you from duty. 

Bob Harrison 
I am going. 

Colonel Cantwell 

But your bride 

Agnes Harrison 
I would not keep him from such a glorious adventure. 

Bob Harrison 

That's the way to talk! We'll lick the damned 
Yankees before the watermelons get ripe, eh, Scipio? 

Take me, Marse Bob. 

A Plantation Wedding, 1861 93 

Bob Harrison 

[Slapping him on the hack.] 

Of course I will. Do you suppose I am going to 
black my own boots? Come, let's get ready. 

[All leave; Cantwell going in one direction, Har- 
rison, Agnes Harrison and Scipio in another.] 

Running the Blockade, 1862 


The month of September, 1862, was one of great 
calamity to Wilmington. The alarming forebodings of 
the visitation of yellow fever in a pestilential form had 
ripened into a certainty. . . The blockade was being 
maintained with increased vigor. . . Panic, distress, 
mute despair, want had fallen upon a population then 
strained to its utmost. 

[Sprunt: Chronicles of the Cape Fear River, p. 284; 
Dr. Thomas F. Wood in his sketch of Dr. J. H. 



The Characters: 

Mrs. Armand DeRosset, mother of Captain W. L. 

DeRosset, president of the Soldiers' Aid Society 
Mrs. Alfred Martin, vice-president and co-worker 
Mrs. Bob Harrison 
General W. H. C. Whiting, in command of the 

fortifications of the Cape Fear 
Dr. George Thomas, port physician 
Captain J. N. Maffitt, commanding the Confed- 
erate steamer Lilian 
Citizens, sailors and stevedores 

The Time: September 29, 1862 

The Place: The waterfront of Wilmington, North 

[The wharves are piled high with cotton. Sailors and steve- 
dores from the compresses are lounging about. There 
is an epidemic of yellow fever and the air is filled 
with a pall of heavy black smoke from the burning 
tar barrels in the streets. Except for the men on the 
wharves, the streets are practically deserted.] 

[Mrs. DeRosset and Mrs. Martin enter with market 
baskets on their arms, evidently returning from the 
morning's shopping.] 

Mrs. DeRosset 
Isn't it dreadful? $500 for a barrel of flour! 


98 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

Mrs. Martin 

And $50 for a ham! I don't see how people are to 
live with prices so high. 

Mrs. DeRosset 

I heard this morning of a new substitute for coffee. 
It is— 

[The conversation is interrupted by the entrance of 
General Whiting, who salutes the ladies with a 
sweeping how.] 

General Whiting 

And how are you, good ladies of the town, this 

Mrs. Martin 

In excellent health, but there are many sick here, 
and many are dying with the yellow fever. 

General Whiting 
If necessary, have you room for some wounded? 

Mrs. DeRosset 

General Whiting 

The bockade runner Lilian is expected today from 
Bermuda, and I fear that she will have a hard fight 
to cross the bar. The cordon of blockading cruisers 
grows tighter every day. 

Running the Blockade, 1862 99 

Mrs. DeRosset 
We will be ready. 

[Mrs. DeRosset and Mrs. Martin go out. Dr. 
Thomas enters with a newspaper in his hand.] 

General Whiting 
What of your patients, doctor? 

Doctor Thomas 

You know Dr. Dickson died? Bad, bad. Van 
Bokkelen is also dead. Read this. 

[Handing him the paper.] 

General Whiting 
They praise your work very highly. 

Doctor Thomas 
The praise belongs to the ladies. 

[Mrs. Harrison comes in.] 

Mrs. Harrison 

Have you seen Scipio, Doctor? Good morning, 
General Whiting. 

'Sprunt'a Chronicles of the Cafe Fear River, p. 285. 

'There were comparatively few people left in Wilmington during the yellow 
fever scourge, as the men were anxious to move their families to safety. Mrs. 
DeRosset and Mrs. Martin, though not in the yellow fever epidemic, were, aj 
noted, conspicuous in their care of the wounded soldiers. 

Dr. Dickson and others "remained to nurse the sick during the horror 
and few survived." 446 of 3000 inhabitants remaining in the city died within 
three months. Sprunt's Chronicles of the Cape Fear River, p. 287. 

100 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

General Whiting 
Good morning, child, you are looking too pale. 

Doctor Thomas 

Mrs. Harrison, they need workers at the emergency 
hospital. Some wounded are expected. 

Mrs. Harrison 

Thank you, Doctor, I will go there. And if you 
see Scipio — 

Doctor Thomas 
I will send him to you. 

[Mrs. Harrison nods and goes out.] 

Doctor Thomas 

You know. General, neither Mrs. Harrison nor the 
darky will believe that Bob is dead. Besides her work 
for the soldiers, he is her only comfort. The rascally 
negro has been missing for three days, now. I hope 
he hasn't left her for good. 

{A little hoy runs up from the wharf, calling — ] 

The Boy 
The Lilian is docking ! 

[A crowd begins to gather as the Lilian moves slowly to 
the dock under the burden of her crippled engines, 
and moors at the wharf. Captain Maffitt and 
others come ashore.] 

Running the Blockade, 1862 101 

General Whiting 
Maffitt! And never a scratch ! Any one hurt? 

Captain Maffitt 
Never a man, but we had a perilous run! 

General Whiting 
How did you pass the blockade? 

Captain Maffitt 

We were in great danger because we were loaded to 
the hatch combings with gunpowder for Lee's Army. 
Just to the north of Cape Lookout we were chased 
and attacked by the Shenandoah. We were on the 
point of lowering the boats when a boiler burst, and 
we lost speed. She forged ahead in the fog, ignorant 
of our position. We limped behind and lost her, hav- 
ing been under continuous fire for four hours.' 

Doctor Thomas 

Sounds as though Providence took a hand, doesn't 
it, General? 

General Whiting 

The fog was fortunate. 

Captain Maffitt 

It was indeed, and it helped us over the bar, too. 
We were hailed, and a voice roared at us, "Heave to, 
or I'll sink you." They could have done it very easily, 
so our bridge shouted back, "Aye, aye, we'll stop our 
engines", and while the cruiser thought we were wait- 
ing for her boats to be lowered, we slipped under the 
cover of the fort. 

•Sprunt's Derelicts, p. 263 ff. 

102 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

General Whiting 

Tell me, did you learn anything of the corvette 


Captain Maffitt 

We met her the second night out, came alongside, 
and took on some packages of opium for the hospitals. 
And when we dipped our ensigns in parting, I think 
it was the only time that the Confederate flag has 
saluted herself on the high seas. 

General Whiting 
Captain Morris was well? 

Captain Maffitt 
Very. He is a gallant spirit, if there ever was one. 

Doctor Thomas 
He is indeed. 

[A diversion is created by the advent of Scipio, who 
stumbles down the gang-plank of the Lilian looking 
half dead and much bedraggled.] 

Doctor Thomas 
Why Scipio, where have you been? 

I done been most 'roun' de worl' by now I reckon ! 

'Sprunt's Derelicts, p. 263 flf. 

Running the Blockade, 1862 103 

Captain Maffitt 

We picked him up the first night out of Bermuda. 
He was drifting in a ship's boat out on the open seas, 
frightened to death. 


I sho' wuz. I had done been out dar mos' a month 
'thout nothin' ter eat 'cep'en a loaf er bread, an' you 
know a loaf er bread aint nothin' ter a nigger what's 
got a appetite lak I is got. 

Doctor Thomas 

How in Heaven's name did you get way out on the 


I wuz lookin' for Marse Bob, an' I stowed away on 
de boat ter go ter Washington an' fin' him. De Cap'n 
er de ship warn't no decen' man — he turned me aloose 
way out dar, des' ez soon ez he foun' me hidin' down 
in the cott'n. 

Doctor Thomas 
He was a scoundrel! 


Yassir. An' one night I got awful scared, kaze I 
heerd a bell aringin' way off dar. An' I hollered, an' 
a big boat come along an' picked me up. An' dar on 
it was Marse Jeems,' whut useter play wif Miss Agnes. 

*James Sprunt, purser of the Lilian. 

The run of the Lilian here described actually occurred at a later date, 
1864, but it is placed at this time for dramatic efTect. 

104 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

General Whiting 
Well, Scipio, Miss Agnes wants to see you now. 

Yassir, I'm agoin'! 

[SciPio runs out. Dr. Thomas, General Whiting 
and Captain Maffitt go out at the left. The 
crowd of onlookers has dispersed.] 


The Fall of Fort Fisher, 1865 


Thus jell Fort Fisher after three days' battle un- 
paralleled in the annals of the war. 

[Sprunt: Chronicles of the Cape Fear River, p. 384; 
General Whiting's official report of the taking of 
Fort Fisher on the night of the 15th of January, 1865.] 



Slip JTaU nf 3(itt Jwlifr, 1BH5 

The Characters: 

General Braxton Bragg, who had replaced Gen- 
eral Whiting 
Aides of General Bragg 
Bob Harrison 
Agnes Harrison 
Citizens of Wilmington 

The Time: January 15, 1865 

The Place: A street in Wilmington, North Carolina 

General Bragg 
Is everything ready for the review? 

The Aide 

Yes, sir. 

General Bragg 

Tell Mrs. Bragg to leave town. There is no danger, 
but it is best to be prepared for the worst. Tell her 
to get everything ready, and when the review is over 
I will come to see her off. 

The Aide 
Yes, sir. 

[He goes out.] 


108 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

Another Aide 
You think there is danger of Fort Fisher falHng? 

>■ General Bragg 

Not the least in the world. If there were, do you 
think I would be reviewing the troops? I would have 
listened to Whiting's letter and to the suggestions of 
Hoke, and posted them at the Point. But I do not 

[He laughs.] 

The Aide 
What if Fisher should fall? 

General Bragg 

Then, as the Richmond paper says, "Goodbye, Wil- 

The Aide 
You place all faith in Fisher, then? 

General Bragg 

Why shouldn't I? They have been firing at the 
Fort for four years, and they haven't hurt it yet. Come 
along! It would never do for me to be late to the 

[They go off.] 

[Guns are heard booming in the distance. Several 
citizens enter.] 

The Fall of Fort Fisher, 1865 109 

The First Citizen 
Fisher is in danger. 

The Second Citizen 
I fear so. 

[They pass on. A Confederate Soldier enters, 
limping. His uniform is old and torn, his face 
covered with a straggly beard. He sits for a moment 
on a box to rest, looking about with an air of intense 
longing. SciPiO enters.] 

The Soldier 


Scipio ! 



The Soldier 

"WTiere is 




Fo' de love er Gawd, ef it ain't Marse Bob! Yassir, 
de missus and me, we ain't never b'lieved you wuz 
dead, no sir, we knowed you wasn't. 




Yassir, eb'rybody else said we wuz plum' crazy, 
but we kep' er tryin' ter fin' — 

110 A Pagean of the Lower Cape Fear 


Take me to Miss Agnes, right now. No, I have a 
commission. You go find her. 

The Third Citizen 
[Coining in.] 

Bob Harrison? 

The same. 


The Third Citizen 
How? I can't understand. 


I was wounded and left dying on the field, made 
prisoner, and finally recovered. I was exchanged, 
and landed yesterday at Fort Fisher. Colonel Lamb 
sent me up today to ask Bragg to send General Hoke's 
men back to aid the Fort. 

The Third Citizen 
How goes the fight? 

The Fort is doomed. 

The Third Citizen 
I'll take you to Bragg at once. 
[A Courier from the Fort rushes in.] 

The Fall of Fort Fisher, 1863 111 

The Courier 
Fort Fisher has fallen! 



The Courier 

Colonel Lamb is mortally wounded, and General 
Whiting made prisoner. 

[Exclamations of dismay from the citizens.] 

The Courier 

The General seeing the Federal flags planted on the 
traverses, called on the troops to follow him. They 
fought hand to hand, and took one traverse. Just 
as the General was climbing the other and had his 
hand on the Yankee flag to tear it down, he fell, wound- 
ed in two places. A half hour later Colonel Lamb 
was shot through the hip. In the hospital he said, 
"I shall never surrender," and General Whiting re- 
plied, "If you die. Lamb, I will assume command, 
and I will never surrender." 

And yet it fell? 

The Courier 

Major Reilly made the last gallant stand, and his 
men did all that mortal men could do. 

[Agnes Harrison enters with Scipio.] 

'Sprunt's Chronicles of the Cape Fear River, p. 386. 

112 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

Mrs. Harrison 

[They embrace.] 




Yassir, I done tole her dat ef she'd quit cryin' you'd 
bring her some'n pretty. I hope you got lots er things 
out er dem Yankees, kaze now they's done got every- 
thing we used ter have. 

[Harrison, Mrs. Harrison and Scipio go out.] 

[Enter Bragg ivith his aides.] 

[The Courier comes in, and salutes.] 

The Courier 

Fort Fisher has fallen, sir. 

General Bragg 
Fisher fallen? Well then Wilmington, goodbye! 

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O f. 


[The Spirit of Wilmington, Venture, Courage 
and Loyalty advance to the center of the stage fol- 
lowed now by the Attendant Spirits, with gold 
colored scarfs. At the Spirit of Wilmington's 
command they dance out, returning immediately 
with Progress, likewise in gold, with a ship's 
model in her arms.] 

The Spirit of Wilmington 

Spirits, go on dancing feet 
That our hearts and hands may greet 
Whom you bring to join our train — 
Progress — or all else were vain. 


Wilmington behind me stand 
Whene'er a crisis is at hand. 
You bravely stood, as nations know, 
At call to arms four years ago. 

Now that peace has come once more, 
Turn your gaze upon our shore; 
See our port, a growing pride, 
Foreign vessels side by side 
With our boats; and ship-yards vast. 
May the Future bless the Past! 

[The Spirit of Wilmington retires to the dais. Ven- 
ture, Courage, Loyalty, Progress and the 
Attendant Spirits grouped about her.] 


The Present and Future of Wilmington 


The Call to Arms, 1917 


These are the deeds which should not pass away 
And names that must not wither, though the earth 
Forgets her empires with a just decay. 



®I|? Olall t0 Arma, IBIZ 

[In response to the bugler's call to arms, there assembles 
a host of soldiers and sailors accompanied by represen- 
tatives of the various war time organizations: Red Cross 
nurses, canteen workers, motor corps, work-room workers, 
home service workers, and Juniors; workers of the National 
Special Aid, Salvation Army, Y. M. C. A., Y. W. C. A., 
Boy Scouts, Hemenway Drum and Bugle Corps. The 
Service Flag of New Hanover County is unfurled as the 
Star Spangled Banner is played.] 


The Future Port of Wilmington 



Bear in mind 
Your labor is for future hours. 
Advance! Spare not! Nor look behind! 
Plow deep and straight with all your powers! 

R. H. H. HoRNE. 



®Ijf 3vd\xtt Port of Jitlmtngtott 

[All the players of the Pageant assemble on the water 
front to review the Procession of Ships, suggesting 
the future of Wilmington symbolized in the develop- 
ment of her port. As the ships pass in review, all 
join in singing, America, the Beautiful, with 
particular emphasis on the last verse.] 

O beautiful for patriot dream 

That sees beyond the years 
Thine alabaster cities gleam, 

Undimmed by human tears! 
America ! America ! 

God shed His Grace on thee 
And crown thy good with brotherhood 

From sea to shining sea! 




3I1|? jpiagfrfi nf t!t? Pageant. 

Act well your part, there all the honor lies Alexander Pope 

The Heralds Masters Ernest Beale, Robert Grady, David Harris, 

Peter Brown Ruffin, William Whitehead, Thomas 
Darst, Jr., Sothern Hatchell 

The Spirit of Wilmington Mrs. Frank Ross 

Ventuiie Miss Helen Menzies 

The Attendant Spirits Misses Evelyn Harriss, Caroline Bear, Chris- 
tine Butler, Dorothy McNair, Elizabeth 
Campbell, Ruth DcWilt, Charlotte DeWitt, 
Lillian Newell, Mary Bethany Sivley, Mag- 
gie Cantwell, Miriam Weeks, Jean McCabe 

Watcoosa „ _ Mr. Lacy Hunt 

Mahaiwee Mrs. A. B. Skelding 

Leelinaw -Mrs. Walter Storm 

Wahgegwanee Mr. James E. McClaren 

Medicine Man._ Mr. Harry Hubbard 

William Hilton _ Mr. Leslie Hummell 

Anthony Long Mr. W. D. MacMillan, Jr. 

Peter Fabian ...Mr. Edward Hardin 

Indian Chief Mr. Henry Nurnberger 

Indian Girls Misses Mazie Vaughan, Mary Lane, Beverly Northrup, 
Mary Allen Skelding, Nannie Burr, Bettie Willard, 
Lillie VanLeuvan, Nellie Longfellow, Dorothy Old- 
ham, Ruth Marshall, Charlotte Maffitt, Margaret Grant, 
Mary W. Pearsall, Rachel Hunt, Helen Bleeker, Mary 
Scott, Helen Farmer, Kitty Corbett, Zelle Williams, 
Lillian Grant, Anna Love, Louise Dick, Thelma Snipes, 
Hazel Knight, Mary Benson, Nellie Goodlet, Rena 
Yates, Ideala Crocker, Erma Matte, Janie Pigott, 
Emma Green, Elizabeth Duffy, Nell Hubbard, Francis 
Intjian Boys Masters Roland Divine, Robbins Fowler, Charles Bolles, 
Patterson Pretlow, Joel Cook Pretlow, Henry Macmil- 
lan, John Cantii'ell, Lee Morrison, Mangiim Turner, 
Herbert Goodwin, Joe Stone, David Wilcox, Aubrey 
Indian Squaws Misses May Wright Taylor, Essie Harriss, Sophie 
Northrup, Josie Wright, Gladys Taylor, Mesdames 
M. J. Dauer, Edward T. Taylor, W. G. James, Robert 
Cantwell, Jr., J. V. Grainger, Clarence Maffitt 

Indian Men Representatives of the Red Men 

John Maultsby Mr. Albert Brown 

John Watson „ Rev. J. E. W. Cooke 

Jehu Davis .....Mr. Fred Poisson 

Roger Moore Mr. Roger Moore 


126 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

Maurice Moore Mr. Maurice Moore 

Governor Gabriel Johnston „ Mr. Louis Poisson 

Michael Higgins. — Mr. Hart McKoy 

Joshua Granger Mr. Laurens Wright 

James Wimble Mr. Dorsey Lynch 

The Man in the Stockade Mr. George Hewlett 

Other Men in tete Stockade 

Messrs. Wilbur Dosher, William Struthers, Frank Brittian 

Citizens Men from the Newport Shipbuilding Company 

Edward Teach (Blackbeard) Mr. E. E. Graham 

Bob Redfield.__ Mr. Thomas R. Ames 

Francesco , Mr. John Slocumb 

Pierre. — Mr. John Plummer 

Roger j^/r. Edward Y. Woollen 

Pedro Mr. John Hazelhurst 

Other Pirates Messrs. Patrick Gerkin, Leader, William Hobbs, George 
Dew, John Saunders, Ben Watts, Carl Hill, James 
Risen, T. W. Croom, Clarence Fales, William Quin- 
livan, Fred Hatch, MacB. Wilson, 0. P. Herring, 
Daniel Lockjaw, John Foreman, Grey Hicks, Harris 

Courage Mrs. Fred Schiller 

Flora Macdonald Miss Mary Hall 

Annie Macdonald Miss Florence Alley 

George Washington Mr. Theodore Empie 

Go\'ERNOR JosiAH Martin Mr. Warren Saunders 

Hugh Waddell Mr. Joseph W. Little 

Cornelius Harnett Mr. George Peschau 

William Hooper Mr. Jesse F. Roache 

Robert Howe Mr. Herbert O'Neill 

Alexander Lillington Mr. Rufus Hicks 

John Ashe._ Mr. Kenneth Burgwyn 

James Moore Mr. Walter Blair 

William Campbell Mr. W. W. Black 

Francis Clayton. — Mr. Clayton Giles 

John Ancrum Mr. James Hasell McKoy 

Robert Hogg Mr. Eugene Beery 

Archibald Maclaine Mr. Milton Colder 

Frederick Gregg _ Mr. Hargrove Bellamy 

William Hill __ Mr. R. D. Cronly, Jr. 

Samuel Small — Mr. Commodore Chinnis 

Sampson Moseley. Mr. Charleton Symmes 

Abner Nash Mr. Kenneth Burgwyn 

James Walker Mr. Sidney MacMillan 

Colonial Ladies Mesdames Clayton Giles, A. S. Williams, Thomas H. 
Wright, Sidney MacMillan, F. B. Gault, J. B. Hat- 
chell, Thomas Green, Philip Delano, John L. Ham- 
mer, Henry Taylor, Misses May Hardin, Elizabeth 

The Players of the Pageant 127 

Dancers in the IS/LmvErMisses Kalherine Elliot, Mary Giles Bellamy, 
Lucy Murchison, Ruth Pleasants, Mary Pic- 
kett, Fannie Grainger, Harriet Bcllamv, Alice 

Messrs. W. Fowler Morrison, Sam Northntp, 
Walker Taylor, Jr., R. Willard Canlwcll, 
Thomas R. Whitehead, John Dcnnen Corbett, 
J. Larry O'Neill, James Hasell McKay, 
Maurice Moore 

Zip Coon Mr. William Hamcannon 

Old Dan Tucker Mr. Sam Ruark 

Other Fiddlers The High School Orchestra 

Messrs. George Leflwick, Kenneth Scott, William King 

Butler Levi 

Governor William Tryon _ Mr. Cyrus Hogue 

William Pennington Mr. Emmett Bellamy 

Negro Slaves The High School Orchestra 

Militia Men from Delgado and the High School 

Parker Quince Mr. Robert Cantiuell 

George Moore Mr. John Murchison 

Couriers Messrs. George Fick, David Bradshaw, John Bunn, James 
Russell, Montrose Hinnant, Elmore Hinnant, Thomas H. 
Wright, Robert Tate 

Colonial Girls Misses Amanda Springs, Katharine Brothers 

Loyalty Mrs. Hugh Calder 

Bob Harrison Mr. David Oliver 

Agnes Harrison _ Miss Kalherine Taylor 

W. L. DeRossett - Mr. Burke Bridgers 

James I. Metts Mr. Edwin Meits 

O. P. Meares.__ Mr. Robert Williams 

C. CoRNEHLSON ...- Mr. Charles Parmelee 

James Stevenson. ..Mr. T. E. Brown 

John L. Cantwell Mr. Paul Cantwell 

C. A. Wiggins , Mr. Octave Wiggins 

Henry Savage.. Mr. James Durham 

Mrs. Armand De Rosset Miss Jane MacMillan 

Confederate Ladies Misses Croivingshield, Annie Balzer, Carrie Too- 

mer, Theodosia Cantwell, Athalia Bunting, 

Mesdames J. Gilchrist McCormick, H. E. Rodg- 

ers, James Durham, M. A. Spooner, M. M. 

Riley, Fred Willets, Robert Williams, J. I. 

Campbell, Thomas Spccdcn,A. M. Hall, Daniel 

Lockjaw, Ledley Symmes, R. H. Hubbard, 

Misses Burnett Owens, Marie Lockfaw, Eliza 


Bridesmaids Misses Laura Parsley, Kate Faison, Julia Faison, Sue 

Lovering, Margaret Elliott, Marjorie Willard, Meta 

Rounlree, Carolyn Norlhrup, Sue Northrup 

128 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

Flower Gno-S Misses Elsie Cleve, Mable Gore, Mollie Holton, Mary 
Wilson, Aletha Ellis, Connie Watson, May Walters, 
Mattie Fergus, Alberta Batson, Bettie Jenkins, Naomi 
Penny, Annie McDaniels, Hazel Smith, Lucille Smith, 
Mary Hiiey, Geneva Matthews, Minnie Sandlin, Edith 
Walters, Minnie Jones, Leonora Mills, Thelma John- 
son, Mary Etta Marshburn, Vera Milton, Maurine 
Dyer, Nannie Capps, Margaret Mote, Pauline Futch, 
Thelma Shephard, Mary Lewis McNaull 

Confederate Men Wilmington Lodge of Elks 

Plantation Slaves Colored Spiritual Singers 

Mrs. Alfred Martin .Mrs. James Sears 

W. H. C. Whiting Mr. James F. Sears 

George Thomas Mr. George Thomas 

John Newland Maffitt Mr. Clarence Maffitt 

A Boy Mr. Frank Hall 

James Sprunt Mr. Peter Brown Ruffin 

Braxton Bragg Gen. James I. Metis 

Aides Messrs. Fred E. Little, J. Reilly 

Boys in the Street Messrs. Jack Sullivan, Walter Been, Charles, 
Peschau, James Allen, James E. Holten, Tom 
Croom, Daniel Ellis 

Citizens Messrs. R. H. Hubbard, John Hall 

Progress Mrs. Cyrus Hague 

The Spirit of War. Miss Rosa Thompson 

The Nation Miss Bessie Burkheimer 

Participants in the 1917 Call to Arms, Representatives of the various 
patriotic organizations 

A Pageant of ti^t Somf r (^up^ 3twc 

Under the Direction of 

Executive Committee 

Mr. James H. Cowan, Chairman (Ciiamber of Commerce) 

Mrs. John DeVVitt (North Carolina Sorosis) 

Mrs. Louis T. Moore (Colonial Dames) 

Mrs. W. G. Whitehead (United Daughters of the Confederacy) 

Mrs. L. B. Sasser (Young Women's Christian Association) 

Mrs. Herbert Bluethenthal (North Carolina Sorosis) 

Mr. W. H. Stone (Wilmington Automobile Association) 

Major W. A. Graham (Superintendent of the Public Instruction) 

Mr. Robert S. Carver (Rotary Club) 

Mr. Louis Poisson (Young Men's Christian Assocoation) 

Mr. Theodore James (American Legion) 

Mr. Fred Banck (Wilmington Lodge of Elks) 

Mr. Addison Hewlett (Chairman of the Board of Commissioners of 

New Hanover County) 
Mr. W. H. Struthers (Kiwanis Club) 
Mr. George Honnet (Retail Merchants Association) 


Mrs. John DeWitt Mrs. Herbert McClammy 

Miss Eliza Davis Miss Athalia Bunting 

Mrs. Herbert Bluethenthal 

Contributors to the Text 

Mrs. Malcolm Little Mrs. I. C. Wright 

Mrs. O. G. Kelly Mrs. Gaston Phares 

Mrs. C. Meister ' Mrs. J. B. Cranmer 

Mrs. E. V. H. Peschau Miss Margaret Gibson 

Mrs. R. A. Parsley Mrs. Clayton Grant 

Mrs. M. G. Saunders Mrs. Henry Bear 
Mrs. J. B. Sidbury 

Cast Committee 

Mrs. W. G. WTiitehead, Chairman 

Mrs. A. M. Waddell Miss Leonora Cantwell 

Mrs. Fred Schiller Miss Carrie Myers 

Mrs. J. V. Grainger Miss Jennie Murchison 

Mrs. A. M. Hall Mr. James H. Cowan 

Mrs. Sidney MacMillan Col. Walker Taylor 
Mrs. Lawrence Sprunt 


130 A Pageant of the Lower Cape Fear 

Costume Committee 

Mrs. Louis T. Moore, Chairman 

Mrs. E. K. Brvan Mrs. Clarence Maffitt 

Mrs. D. C. Love Miss Kate Fairley 

Mrs. Andrew Harriss Mr. V. B. Rann 
.Mrs. James Menzies 

Dancing Directors 

Miss Leonora Cantwell Miss Bessie Burkheimer 

Director of Lighting 
Mr. Raymond Hunt 
Director of the Chorus 
Mr. E. H. Munson 
Spiritual Singers 
Rev. Frank Dean 
Auditorium Committee 
Mr. C. C. Chadboum, Chairman 
Mr, Herbert A. Lynch Mr. James Wade 

Mr. James F. Cause Major J. R. D. Matheson 

Publicity Committee 

ISIrs. E. B. Burkheimer, Chairman 
Mr. James Cruikshank Mrs. J. B. Sidbury 

Mr. Thos. H. White Miss Margaret Gibson 

Ship Committee 

Capt. Jas. S. WiUiams, Chairman 
Mr. C. D. Maffitt Mr. Fleet Williams 

Mr. E. A. Metts 

Book Committee 

Mrs. Herbert Bluethenthal, Chairman 
Mrs. L. B. Sasser Mr. Robert Carver 

Mrs. John DeWitt Mr. John DeWitt 

Finance Committee 

Mr. C. VanLeuven, Chairman 
Mr. J. F. Roache Mr. J. Holmes Davis 

JSIr. E. Fred Banck Mr. Clarence LeGrand